Chapter 4

As soon as the words left my mouth, my dad's palm connected with my cheek.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if I were his enemy, not his daughter.

"Sienna! Have we spoiled you so much that you have to throw a fit now, of all times?"

"What other reason could you possibly have? You'd better explain yourself."

My mom looked like she was about to cry, pulling on my hand, pleading.

"Sienna, please stop. Everyone can see how good Ryan is to you. What else could you possibly be unhappy about?"

I pressed a hand to my burning cheek. My…